Pygmalion's Lament
By: hitomikun didn't mean for it to get this far.
You were just supposed to be a diversion…a nice get away from the havoc in my life…
You were a form of sanctuary for me…and at times, I find myself alone with you more often than not to the point of not ever wanting to be apart.
I find this rather odd, really, since you practically haven't done ANYTHING to contribute to the state which I currently find myself in. And yet, it is THIS particular characteristic of yours that disheartens me so.
Must it always be up to me to think you alive and capable of thought, action and feeling as a human does?
Counting the number of times that I conveniently forget that you are inhuman – nothing more than a slab of marble carved into the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on – is a waste of energy, for those times are innumerable and would mean naught to me.
I feel my heart being gripped by a vise of sadness when reality settles over me and reminds me time and time again that the love that I feel will forever be unrequited.
It shall never see completion, I'm afraid…
For you are in a state far different from mine.
You are my creation – nothing more – no matter how much I wish and pray you to become otherwise.
I cannot breathe life into you…and yet I offer all that is mine and my entire life to you; if only that were enough to make you one among the living.
I am your creator, and it was with these hands that I have carved my entire legacy onto the shape and form that becomes you.
Oh, how cruel are the gods to let this be my fate…